Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Happy Hump Day!

It's Wednesday, but what does that mean for someone who works from home? The seven days all run together. Weekends are a figment of my imagination. I guess the upside is that I don't dread Mondays the way I used to when I worked outside the home.

Ah yes, work. I'm still a proofreader for my neighbor's company. It will be a year in September since I left the library and started working from home. The grass is always greener, right?

Proofreading involves finding errors and correcting them. So, if my job is all about finding errors, why do I get so pissed off when I find them? I really don't have an issue with errors. Hey, we're all human. My issue is with the same people who make the SAME errors, time & time again. That's when I get testy. I suppose I'm expecting people to LEARN from their mistakes, when they're just thinking "Eh, someone will fix it." Grumble....

But where else can I make a good hourly wage and still be able to wear my well-worn, purple felted Land's End mules? Not at the library. So, I need to remember to count myself among the fortunate ones whenever I start to feel that irritated nerve rear its ugly head. Too bad there's not some type of surgery to remove it.

Monday, July 17, 2006

"Bring me the monkey, I need to shoot something!"

Because if there's no monkey available, the only thing left is the dog (at least before I get to the children whom inhabit this house - and that's what I'm trying to avoid here.)

The boys have only been awake for four and a half hours, and have managed to find my last nerve and go at it with something akin to 40-grit sandpaper. Why must siblings fight over the stupidest things? Why must a 14 year old behave like a 7 year old? Why must the 11 yo, in turn, behave like a 5 yo? Why must I repeat my every request only to do it again? Why, why, a thousand times why?? My enquiring mind wants to know, but right now, I don't think I can handle the truth.

Working from home is also not adding to the domestic peace for which I search. One computer + plus three humans = power struggle. No sooner do I sit down when I hear, "When can I get on?" "He's been on the computer already!" Blah, blah, blah. Never mind that my usage is usually (Hi, MT-ers!) for bringing money into this house. Some days, I want to throw the whole kit and kaboodle out into the trash. Same with the TV.

I can, with all honesty, say that when I look back on this after the kids have left the nest, I will NOT miss this.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

For Susie Q...

Let's see if she was telling the truth the other night on Gabbly when she said that she checks my blog every day. I think she was just trying to get me to do Blogathon. Hell woman, I can't manage to post something once every other month and that involves posting something every thirty minutes for 2 hours. LOL!

Not much new is happening in my life. School will be starting again Aug. 3, and no matter how many times I think that this will be "the summer" for fun and having good times with my kids, I always let myself down. They bicker and fight, we argue, I yell, they watch TV, it's hot, they eat, I get house-bound. Repeat. We haven't done anything resembling a vacation this year. DH & J. did go to Wisconsin for a few days to visit my MIL. But I really need a break. Something. ANYthing.

DH came home Thurs. to say that they'd finally agreed to let him out of the management position that he so desperately hated for the past few years. He's been looking at various places for other work because of how stressful this situation was for him. Now, he'll be out of management, but with that comes less money. Almost $6K less. They'll bring it down throughout the year until he's at the correct level for his new position. I'm feeling more stress because I handle the financial end and all I can see is "Oh shit...." in our future. We are by no means in the hole, but I still worry.

I'm sure we can make it work, but I warned him that if he started complaining about this new "creative" job, he was going to have to answer to me!